I know now,

I know now,

Although knowing is

Often thought to be

A fallback position,

A drawbridge pulled up,

With little room

Left for manoeuvre.

Once said

There is nowhere you can go,

Unlike believing

Which is often a relative concept,

Subject to revision,

Knowing is a trickster

And bathes in ignorance.

In light of difference,

New circumstance

And with more information

Filtered through

The gaps in reason,

Knowing should change.

And as the mind opens

To unknowing,

It will continue to expand

Into opportunities

Of a deeper experience,

The possibility of other.

But what of this knowing

When it so profoundly

Heartfelt?

In truth,

It does more easily sit,

Now, after the pretence

And moral piety

Of academic envy,

Barely concealed by

Professional integrity

And beyond the privacy

Of pillow talk,

To speak more plainly

And say,

I know it is true.

I simply know,

With a certainty

Unshakeable in its belief,

Nothing in life matters

More than love.

To love

And to be loved in return

Is the ultimate

Accolade given to a life,

And it is one

To which any can aspire

If they get it right,

And at last,

After a desperate fight,

I have.

It took time to recognise

But the writing is on the wall,

Heaven sent,

Iron clad

Graffiti for the soul.

When love is the reason,

The reason for life…

Is love.